The more i feel my body – such as it is –
No – was – now just a memory of its form-
rising though it knows it should be lying still
never again to wake to mask as a clown
of seriousness with its smile of despair^
don’t i know how the ego in its coffin
of suffocation self-afflicted – all death
a variety of suicide – suffers
for its soul having abandoned its body
to its dark complacent self-indulgent rot^
what an ass that bland brayer on a sea-wall
letting the waves fool him he’s roaming the world
(from “Limboa” . a sentimental anthem
by Brian Chan, 2023)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 